Heirs of the Seven Swords of the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 1267 The attempt failed
  "Hey...why did you hit me!?"

After leaning back uncontrollably, Tianming quickly covered his face and bowed forward, shouting in pain while questioning Cook Ding loudly.

After Cook Ding said the test, he started to do it without giving him any time to react. Tianming didn't even think about how to do the test before he received the punch.

Pao Ding looked at his fist with a puzzled look on his face, "It shouldn't be... I've already controlled the speed. It's a lot slower than the speed you shot yesterday. You can definitely dodge it!"

"Why don't you hide!?" Cook Ding asked Tianming in turn.

Tianming, who had regained his composure a little, stood up straight again, rubbing his face and glaring at Cook Ding fiercely, his tone full of disbelief, "Get away? You attacked me so suddenly, how could I possibly hide away!? "

"If I could hide away, would I still be beaten every day in the past few days?"

"Uh... yes." Cook Ding smiled and scratched his head awkwardly, "But if this doesn't work, how can I get you back to the state you were in yesterday?"

"...I think you're lying to me. You don't have any special reaction ability at all!" Tianming rolled his eyes and muttered.

"Who lied to you!" Cook Dingke couldn't bear to be misunderstood, and immediately retorted with wide eyes, "The pressure must not be enough... How about I put more pressure on you?"

"Hiss!" Tianming gasped, his eyes as wide as bells, "You really want to beat me to death!"

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"These symbols are actually a kind of writing." Fan Zeng stroked his beard and said slowly in a deep voice.

Shaoyu was not surprised to hear such an answer. He guessed from the beginning that this was a special kind of writing.

"What kind of writing is it? I think its style is very different from the writing of the Seven Kingdoms..."

"Hmm..." Fan Zeng's fingers slowly traced across the cloth, "This is an ancient script spread in Shu. Nowadays, no one except a few hidden tribes isolated from the world probably uses it."

"I only have some understanding. As for the content above, I can't decipher it."

"Ancient characters from Shu?" Shao Yu muttered, and then immediately thought of a piece of information from the past, "Uncle Liang, I remember that before Meng Tian came to Sanghai, did he go to Shu County first?"

Xiang Liang was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, Meng Tian didn't know what order he received to enter Shu, and then he showed up from the Jiangdong area and came to Songhai to guard it."

"It is speculated that he may have taken the water route and traveled down the river by boat."

"Why, do you suspect that the appearance of this ancient Shu text has something to do with Meng Tian?" Xiang Liang realized at this time what his nephew meant by asking this, and asked curiously.

Shao Yu nodded, "I'm a little skeptical. After all, this is the coast of the East China Sea. No matter how you think about it, it's impossible to have anything to do with the ancient tribe of Xi Shu, which is thousands of miles away."

"Plus Meng Tian's whereabouts are so coincidental."

Xiang Liang also agreed with this conjecture and echoed, "Such a coincidence really makes people daydream."

Fan Zeng interrupted and asked, "Shaoyu, where did you get this thing?"

After hearing this, Shaoyu explained in detail how he discovered these words.

After Xiang Liang heard this, he frowned, looked at Fan Zeng and expressed his guess, "It sounds like people from Shu are eyeing the Confucian Little Sage Village?"

"Uh..." Shaoyu hesitated, as if he wanted to refute his uncle, but he didn't know where to start.

Fan Zeng, on the other hand, shook his head simply, "Not necessarily... As far as I know, the ancient tribes in Shu have almost no contact with the Central Plains. The only ones who are deeply involved with them are the Yin and Yang family."

"Moreover, it is a hostile relationship."    "If Shu people really appeared in Songhai, and it was related to Meng Tian, ​​the imperial general, then there is a high probability that it is inseparable from the Yin and Yang family, but Confucianism... It is unlikely. "

"Then..." Xiang Liang frowned and thought for a moment, "could it be related to the left guardian star soul of the Yin Yang family who visited Little Saint Xian Manor with Li Si that day?"

"This possibility cannot be ruled out." Fan Zeng nodded while stroking his beard, "According to Shao Yu's description, this sentence is probably a warning left by a certain Shu people to remind his fellow tribesmen... Well, it is not ruled out that there are other possible ways. It’s possible for someone to understand this kind of writing.”

"However, leaving a message near the entrance of Little Saint Xian Manor still makes people a little confused..."

After Fan Zeng pondered for a moment, he turned to Shao Yu and said, "You have stayed at Little Saint Xian Manor for so many days. Do you have any doubtful candidates?"

"Since that person left a message outside Little Sage's Villa, he must have some connection with it. There are not many people like this."

"Well..." After hearing the limited range circled by Fan Zeng, a person's name immediately emerged from Shao Yu's mind. He touched his chin and nodded slowly, "When Master Fan asked this, I really thought of a person. There are some strange people..."

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"I finally understand, you are just here to play tricks on me!" Tianming crossed his arms and stared at Cook Ding angrily.

Cook Ding scratched his head helplessly.

It was obvious that the two had broken down, and the plan he had just proposed to increase the intensity was firmly rejected by Tianming.

After all, although Tian Tianming's life has been unsatisfactory these days, he still wants to live for the time being, and he can't just die inexplicably!

Cook Ding had no choice but to give up his test plan, but Tianming was still unhappy.

The special skills that were promised, in the end, only one was left that could take a beating!
  Seeing the melancholy and unhappy look on the giant's face, Cook Ding couldn't help but leave. After thinking for a long time, he came up with a solution:
  "Have it!"

"Take this."

As he spoke, Cook Ding took out a pear from somewhere and stuffed it into Tianming's hand.

Tianming looked at the big pear in his hand with a confused look on his face, "You...are you going to bribe me with this thing? Isn't it a little short?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Cook Ding replied angrily, "Hold up and don't move your hands!"

"What do you want to do?" Upon hearing this, Tianming immediately felt bad, but he no longer dared to move his hands rashly. He could only watch as Cook Ding took out a thin-edged kitchen knife from nowhere. The blade is sharp and gleaming with cold light.

"I'm warning you, I'm a giant, don't mess around..."

"what!!!"

When Tianming saw him taking out the knife, he immediately nervously tried to use verbal attacks, but unfortunately it was of no use. Cook Ding decisively drew the knife on the hand holding the pear, and Tianming had no choice but to close his eyes and scream loudly.

欻~欻~欻~欻~欻!
  A series of whizzing sounds sounded, and Tianming felt an inexplicable breeze blowing between the fingers of his palms, as if something was passing quickly.

After just a dozen breaths, Tianming felt the wind on his fingertips disappear, and Cook Ding's voice sounded in his ears again:

"Hey! Okay, open your eyes!"

Tianming tried to open his eyes and carefully looked at his palms, fearing that he would see the cruel sight of flesh and blood being separated.

However, when he saw everything clearly, he was stunned.

(End of this chapter)